Lay my head down [Emma's Room - New Enterprise, John, Emma, and Others]

[emma_mccoy]

Em sighed as she let herself into her room. She slowly walked to the bathroom to wash her face and change into a grey tank top and pajama pants. Finally, she sat on the bed and pulled out her trusty datapadd to update her livejournal with a short Christmas wishlist. She frowned. She hadn't seen John in a while so she quickly wrote out a message.

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[kirktastic]

Kirk looked between Bones and John, his eyes dark. "You two stay." They weren't in any fucking condition to deal with this. "Who's in charge of the meds around here? Could someone have brought them from off-ship? Can you get records of anyone who was using them previous to being on the ship and could have given them to her?"

There was only so many ways someone could have gotten Emma those pills she shouldn't have had.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Anytime medication is dispensed, a notation is made to the pharmaceutical records," Bones told him automatically, eyes still in his mother's comatose form. "Keeps inventory straight. You take out medication, you have to notate where its going, or who its going to."

Turning his head slow to Kirk, he sighed, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. Truth be told, he shouldn't be involved in an investigation of his medical staff - fuck, he'd probably be investigated as well. "It would be almost impossible to tell if someone brought them on board if they came in a shuttle, they could carry anything with them. It's not a heavy narcotic, that hydronol, but it's not just thrown around. It's serious sedation for people with real insomnia problems."

[kirktastic]

Kirk rubbed his brow as he thought. He had to be a part of this... he was Captain. "Alright." He stood up. "I'm going to go talk to med's inventory and get them to find anyone who's come on board that had it as a prescription anytime in the last few years."

"I'll be back."

[john_grimm]

John watched as Kirk walked away, walking with an air of purpose. But he turned back to Bones after a second, realizing what this meant.

"Doc... Are you gonna be okay? I mean, the entire medical staff is going to be under investigation and, forgive me if I'm wrong, but you seem to be the head of said medical staff." John grimaced as the harsh words flowed out of his mouth. Too much time in the military hadn't left him with the best social skills.

"What I mean to say is are you... Do you need me? I mean, Doc.... Leonard. Do you want privacy, or some companionship? 'Cause I'm worried about Em... but she's your mother. You've got priority. You say leave and I'm gone. Just, I need some guidance. Never was the best at reading people." John snorted and motioned to the inches of space between their skin. "Well, you might be different. But that's another story for another time."

[dctr_mccoy]

Watching Kirk head off, Bones took a breath and let him go, turning his attention to John's words. "I wouldn't mind the company," Bones told him quietly, "if you don't mind me not talking."

[john_grimm]

Nodding, John pulled back from Bones, fidgeting in his chair until he was comfortable. He could do that. In fact, he was probably a lot more helpful as a solid presence than he was as anything else.

John sighed, trying not to let his imagination run away with him when it came to Emma's condition. He just had to believe she would be fine. That was all he could do.